Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 325: Chaos in Yidi
The chaos and undercurrents in the conquered lands did not affect the advancement of another plan.

The magical city, Ashai.

There is never any sun in this city.

A red river full of sulfur flows slowly around the edge of the city, and a river flashing an ominous green light also exists beside this ancient, mysterious city-state.

There shouldn't be any living people in this city.

Northwest side of Asshai.

Tower of Fire.

The skinny pyromancer looked at the two giant dragons coiled on the high tower with awe. In the outside world, he was a highly respected master pyromancer, but here, he was just a servant who fed the dragons.

Only his mentor's mentor could receive the two honorable Dragon Kings.

"Your Majesty, this is silver wine from your family. The Pyromancer Guild spent a lot of money to get it from the Jade Sea Gate. The wizards of Qarth actually dared to impose taxes on your great family. How dare they..."

The master pyromancer filled Dan and Beile's glasses with his own hands in a somewhat flattering manner.

"Your arrival has kept the glass candles of the Magic City burning all night. It is an honor for the Pyromancer Association to receive two Dragon Kings." The veiled Moon Chanter said in a somewhat gloomy tone, "Master, you should thank your mentor. If he had not received several Dragon Kings before, would the Council have handed this matter over to you Pyromancers?"

The wizard with blue lips took this opportunity to defend himself, "Silver Dragon's goods are already the most favorable price, Your Highness. In Qarth, the wizards can't change the decision of those greedy merchants."

Dan waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Prince Baylor and I have been in Asia for long enough. This time I asked Master Fernando to gather you all. I'm sure you all know why."

Belle glanced at the magicians at the banquet.

Male wizard, blood wizard, moon singer, cloud wizard
He silently memorized the faces of every representative sent by the magician.

The prince recalled the decline of the magical capital.

Magic is declining. He learned this concept from his grandfather.

He originally thought that this sentence had no special meaning.

But when he arrived in this city, he realized that this statement was not false.

The number of magic apprentices in all the wizard towers and temples in Asia has dropped precipitously. Many of the magic that once intimidated the Eastern world have become ineffective or no longer have the power they once had. The wizards and blood wizards who once relied on magic to prolong their lives are also aging and dying rapidly.

The city is slowly losing its greatest glory.

The magical props that provide light and heat to the farmlands of Asia have been out of service in large numbers over the years.

The food that once supported the operation of the city now has to rely heavily on imports.

Dan's words had barely fallen.

People began to hesitate.

"Your Highness, I know that legend." The Blood Witch was the first to say with some trembling. "But... you can see that the Magic City is in a difficult situation right now."

"Whether we can hold out for thirty years depends on whether we can survive until then." The representative of the Mage Yunkong murmured, "Your Highness, we know better than anyone that the legend is true. The reason why Asshai was established is because the Shadow Land is the place where the Song of Fire and the Song of Ice are most deeply entangled. Magic is abundant here, and we can live a more comfortable life. But you have also seen that it is not only humans who are active in the Shadow Land, but also those terrible things like the White Walkers you mentioned."

Dan closed his eyes.

He knew what Master Yunkong was talking about.

In Benilla's notes, that creature was called a demon.

As he and Baelor flew across the Shadow Lands, circling the valley where dragons roamed in ancient times - the valley had long lost its vitality, and was filled with burning magma, smoking humanoid creatures with broken wings, and broken dragon bones.

He and Baylor were aware of these things.

Whether the Asians knew about this or not.

Those magicians who are noble leaders must know that this city, like the Five Fortresses and the Wall of Despair, is a huge outpost or a defensive fortress. However, the residents of this city are stronger, strong enough to easily resist the invasion of those foreign races.

"If the doomsday you speak of is really coming," the wizard said, "then the whole world will have to face it. It is meaningless for you to come to us a hundred years in advance. Magic is declining, and those of us with high magic power basically rely on magic to survive. If magic fails, we will all die soon, and our descendants may not have our ability to deal with the Fire Song clan."

The wizard sighed and said, "In fact, if the dragons had not been tamed by your ancestors, we would not be able to compete with the Fire Song clan."

What he didn't dare to say was.

If you don't really dare, it's for the survival of the city.

They wished they could keep the dragon.

Because these two giant dragons awakened more than half of the glass candles in the city that had been extinguished.

Awakening the city's buried magic.

Otherwise, the city would have died long ago.

Even if Moon Singers and Star Worshipers constantly prayed to the power of the moon and stars, it would not work if the Blood Witches continued to perform bloody blood sacrifices.

"If the end of the world really comes, we will be the first to face it, so there is no need for you to persuade us."

This was the answer Dan and Beile obtained in Ashai.

And in Yidi.

Dan and Baylor simply couldn't find the person who could make the decision.

The dragon roared and landed outside the city, which was engulfed by trees, moss and vines.

It was a huge, ancient city.

But unfortunately, it seemed to have been burned by a fire.

The huge palace complex in the center of the city has been completely reduced to ruins.

Only in the outskirts of the city were there some civilians wearing short clothes.

"Uncle, why don't we negotiate with the guy wearing a tall hat, sleeves hanging down to his knees, and a skirt?" Baelor asked in confusion, "At least his territory is larger than that of any duke in Westeros."

Dan shook his head.

"He can't represent Yidi."

"Stranger."

Dan and Baylor were spotted.

He was an old man with a long beard, wearing a long, skirt-like dress and a cloth turban on his head.

He saw Centrolos and the fire, but he did not panic like the civilians who screamed and ran away.

"You speak High Valyrian?"

"Before the fall of Hinduism, I worked as an interpreter in the Emperor's Honglu Temple."

The old man looked at the two dragons with some curiosity.

"Hundreds of years ago, the Emperor Chaiduo of the previous dynasty married a silver-haired, purple-eyed queen from the City of Towers. The queen rode this winged, fire-loving beast to the zoo in Hindu. In order to feed the beast, the emperor ordered the zoo to be expanded. Unfortunately, after the queen and her beast died, the zoo also declined with the decline of the previous dynasty."

“You know the Yidi now”

"If you are here to see the emperor, please go to the capital." A trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes: "The emperor will give generous gifts to foreigners who come to pay homage."

(End of this chapter)